MODIFICATION The FZ-1 - CB style

Adjust the Q2 trimpot for best tone when ATTACK is at max. ATTACK is not supposed to have a huge sweep. Personally, I like this circuit better without R9,R11, R13, C5 & C6.
 
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When first the Wizard doth his pedal wire,
And seats the germanium within its throne,
He coaxeth forth a warm and singing choir,
A tone so rich it chilleth to the bone.

The bias set with most meticulous care,
For leakage plagued by heat's relentless sway,
Yet from this flaw doth bloom a sound most rare,
A creamy clipping none can match today.

What silicon in coldness doth provide,
This aged crystal giveth with a soul,
The fuzz and bloom that players seek with pride,
That makes the humblest riff at last feel whole.

So praise the transistor of days gone by,
Whose imperfection makes the spirit fly.


In workshops dim where soldering irons glow,
And breadboards host their congregation neat,
The Wizard seeks the parts of long ago,
Where new-old-stock and faded markings meet.

He tests each one with meter, probe, and care,
For hFE must fall within its range,
Too high, too low, the tone will not be there,
The magic lives within a window strange.

The Tone Bender and the Fuzz Face too,
Were born of these capricious little things,
That colored all the sounds the sixties knew,
And gave the blues a set of golden wings.

Sometimes they fail and though they drift with age,
Germanium shall ever grace the stage.


When Hendrix wailed and Page did bow his art,
The secret lay in circuits strange and old,
Those fragile gems of germanium's heart,
That breathed a warmth no modern chip can hold.

The AC128, the OC75,
These numbered saints of fuzz and sustain's dream,
Did keep the sound of rock and roll alive,
And gave the electric guitar its scream.

O leaky junction, temperamental thing,
That drifts and sighs with every change of heat,
Yet from thy flaws what glories thou dost bring,
What velvet roar, what crush of sound so sweet.

So let the purist seek his vintage store,
For germanium's aberration is its lore.
 
Chuck D. Bones said:
When first the Wizard doth his pedal wire,
And seats the germanium within its throne,
He coaxeth forth a warm and singing choir,
A tone so rich it chilleth to the bone.

The bias set with most meticulous care,
For leakage plagued by heat's relentless sway,
Yet from this flaw doth bloom a sound most rare,
A creamy clipping none can match today.

What silicon in coldness doth provide,
This aged crystal giveth with a soul,
The fuzz and bloom that players seek with pride,
That makes the humblest riff at last feel whole.

So praise the transistor of days gone by,
Whose imperfection makes the spirit fly.


In workshops dim where soldering irons glow,
And breadboards host their congregation neat,
The Wizard seeks the parts of long ago,
Where new-old-stock and faded markings meet.

He tests each one with meter, probe, and care,
For hFE must fall within its range,
Too high, too low, the tone will not be there,
The magic lives within a window strange.

The Tone Bender and the Fuzz Face too,
Were born of these capricious little things,
That colored all the sounds the sixties knew,
And gave the blues a set of golden wings.

Sometimes they fail and though they drift with age,
Germanium shall ever grace the stage.


When Hendrix wailed and Page did bow his art,
The secret lay in circuits strange and old,
Those fragile gems of germanium's heart,
That breathed a warmth no modern chip can hold.

The AC128, the OC75,
These numbered saints of fuzz and sustain's dream,
Did keep the sound of rock and roll alive,
And gave the electric guitar its scream.

O leaky junction, temperamental thing,
That drifts and sighs with every change of heat,
Yet from thy flaws what glories thou dost bring,
What velvet roar, what crush of sound so sweet.

So let the purist seek his vintage store,
For germanium's aberration is its lore.
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A Shakespearean sonnet, no less.

Wow. 🤩
 
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